31 January 2007
Posted by Johanna at 10:42 PM
You really think Marcus would have bought C and me that perfectly not-too-sweet chocolate mousse and our three rounds of Shiraz and Heineken Light if we had even a hint of eye-wrinklage?
The answer is yes, but you should refrigerate your eye-cream, anyway.
Posted by Johanna at 10:30 PM
The best brown-black success stories I've seen have all been either weekend casual or casual evening looks. You can disagree with me and go ahead and wear that black cocktail dress with brown waist cinch and brown D'orsays. You won't necessarily be wrong for putting those pieces together, but my view is, wouldn't you prefer to wear something prettier? Something more interesting? Something less Chloe Sevigny?
Posted by Johanna at 6:20 PM
I've only very recently begun to feel comfortable with the brown-black color combination.
And even now, five months in, I still only allow myself small risks like carrying a black daybag with brown leather ballet flats, or wearing garnet studs with a black wrap dress. I see other women - L, for example, is a master-ess at this concept - and they look fabulous with their brown opaque tights and black Mary Janes, but for me, I just can't; the feeling I get when I mix large pieces like a blouse, skirt, overcoat or trousers using two very strong base colors like brown and black is one of real, unshakable discomfort.
More after work...
Posted by Johanna at 12:34 PM
But combine a good hair day, some cute patterned tights, two young professional women with inviting smiles, a generous just-pay-for-the-first-two bartender, and you've got yourself an early in the week party.
Posted by Johanna at 12:12 AM
30 January 2007
Posted by Johanna at 1:05 PM
And by "it's" I mean that palpable, mutual lightning attraction of the mind, body, and sense of humor -- the kind of connection perfectly captured between Jennifer Lopez and George Clooney in "Out of Sight" and even though they didn't give into it on-screen, Scarlett and Bill in "Lost in Translation."
For love, I require instant, comprehensive, make-me-laugh-out-loud, but for clothing, I tend to be more lenient, more patient. By no means is patience tantamount to settling, it's more like a willingness to wait and see if one day I'll see it in a new light when it's paired with a great metallic jacket or lampshade skirt.
To facilitate these revelations, my closet is organized by color. Within each of the rainbow-order sections, there are three sub-sections: one for work, one for play, and one for evening.
For the most part, the lines between work and play, play and evening, and work and evening are immutable. Because I love my gold cocktail dress in a different way than I love my gray heather dress slacks in a different way than I love my two cropped, mod bell-coats, I tend not to co-mingle them.
On a morning like this morning, however, when I'm standing before my closet completely incapable of crafting an outfit from among the many pieces in my professional wardrobe that both fit my mood (today it's Rachel-Bilson-goes-to-work) and whatever complex I might have (today it's I-should've-done-more-situps-last-night), my eye starts to wander to the forbidden sections.
It's in these rare moments of open-mindedness I find myself falling in love with an outfit made up of pieces from my professional section (black matte jersey skirt, fitted sleeveless black fringe-collared top and black suede peeptoes), my play section (red Peter Pan collared cropped jacket and patterned opaque tights) and even a touch from my evening section (drop opal earrings). In permutations of two or even three, the resultant chemistry measures about as highly on my lust scale as that smug lobbyist who followed me into the elevator off the street last August. Taken in totality, however, and this six-piece ensemble elevates to the you-know-who-you-are level.
29 January 2007
But just because I like veritable proof of my total calories burned and I need to be running in front of an MSNBC prison documentary on my own cable-ready flat-screen TV doesn't mean I'm one of those women who mounts the elliptical with the most recent issue of Vogue under one arm, her cell phone, iPod and Palm Pilot under the other and draped headband-to-toe in perfectly complementary, fade-free gray, mint and white Stella McCartney-for-Adidas exercise separates.
Posted by Johanna at 6:44 PM
It took me an hour and a half last night, an hour this morning, and all of my lunch break today to find it, but here is the Internet's (seemingly) only picture of the back of Cate's beautiful Armani Privé dress from the SAG Awards.
I think I speak for everyone with an ounce of taste, though, when I say I'm just thankful Cate didn't go the Heather Graham-route (see below).
These shoes probably set her back her last thousand dollars, which is sad, but also unwise given her current career trajectory -- wouldn't it have just been easier for her to arrive naked holding up a piece of paper that reads, "Generic blond with lopsided boobs willing to play any role Tara Reid turns down"?
Posted by Johanna at 1:03 PM
I wear cute clothes, carefully apply my eyeliner, and have the self-important strut down like a pro, yet nothing - not even my 4-inch black satin round-toed pumps - garners me more "how you doin'?" eyes on my way to work than my cupcake suitcase.
I'm not sure if it's the mini-desserts that entrances men, or the intrigue that a professional woman would be carrying such a blatant Soccer Mom accessory. Maybe a little of both.
And maybe I like it that way.
Posted by Johanna at 9:01 AM
28 January 2007
Posted by Johanna at 9:55 PM
If I could put together my ideal face, it would have Scarlett's eyes, Angie's nose and cheekbones, and Jessica Biel's forehead and hairline.
Okay fine, I sneaked my lips in there, but it was only because the readership demanded it!
Yes, it is a complete coincidence that the three celebrities featured here are the only three to have been dubbed "the Sexiest Woman Alive" by Esquire Magazine.
And yes, my lips are humbled in their forehead's, eyes' and nose's presence.
Perfectly applied eye makeup does not alone a sultry sex kitten make.
Behind the kohl and liquid eyeliner has to be an even-if-you-weren't-here-I'd-still-be-getting-this-lapdance attitude. Not sure how to inculcate losing your inhibitions and believing in your inner fierceness, but at the very least I can offer some tips on how to achieve the look of a temptress.
Next in the routine is my makes-the-biggest-difference-on-Friday-mornings product -- the godsend otherwise known as under-eye concealer. Make sure to spread the concealer not just directly beneath your eye but into the lower half of the dark-circle as well.
Once the base shadow is set and uniformly distributed across the lids, choose your contrast shadow. In the picture above, Scarlett - or Scarlett's makeup artist - went for a very traditional matte pewter color like MAC's "Smut" ($14 at maccosmetics.com). Using a relatively stiff small-to-medium sized eyeshadow brush (I like Stila's #20 Eye Enhancer brush, $32 at sephora.com) apply the contrast shadow from the edge of the eyelid up to the crease in a half-moon-like fashion. Be careful and be symmetrical when doing this; if you go a bit too high on one side, dip a Q-tip in eye makeup remover and correct the error before continuing.
I like to start in the outer corners and move inward, but I've seen professionals do it both ways. It's a personal choice for how thick a liner swipe you want, but there should always be a diminuendo trend - thicker to thinner - from the outer to inner eye. After drawing a satisfactory line, use a small makeup sponge to lightly smudge the thicker part of the line. Make sure the line is still a visibly separate entity, however. If you've over-smudged (it happens), tissue a bit of the excess liner away and start again.
Posted by Johanna at 3:59 PM
27 January 2007
Every morning when I'm getting ready for work and on the occasional evening when I'm getting ready to go out, I have a celebrity muse from whom I shamelessly steal one of their recent looks. My desired end result depends on three variables: season (i.e. how tan I am), the outfit I'm wearing, and most influential of all, my mood. I should qualify that statement, however, by saying that on the not infrequent weekday mornings when I have I-feel-sultry moments, I do have the good judgment not to fasten on my false Shu Uemura lashes and apply my NARS lip stain and head to work.
No, on those days, I tend to get my fix with the nude leather 4.25-inchers.
For day and evening makeup. my routines are relatively the same. All I need to go from the office to peach Bellinis at Spezie is a black eyeliner pencil, a second coat of waterproof mascara, another dab or two of silver shimmer shadow in the corners of my eyes, and depending on the company I'm about to keep, another three spritzes of Fresh Sake (meeting a friend) or Dior Miss Dior (meeting a "friend").
Below are some of the lovely looks I have tried to reproduce in the past.
Posted by Johanna at 11:36 PM